Oy. Gud. That hurt to read. Punctuation, man.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
-t gets it in one. Oy and everything.
Much love.{{{}}}
I posted in here about snuggling you to death and YOU IGNORED ME.
Oh my goodness. Could there be a better death out there? No, that's a rhetorical question.
You may kiss my a/s/s ring and send me chocolate and snuggle me back.
t puckers
t runs to fancy Belgian chocolate place
t offers contrite snuggling
The personal grilling? NSM fun. IJS.
::hangs head in contrition::
But once I realized you were feeling grilled, I changed the subject to Kristin's Feelings About Teaching which was a much better topic of discussion, and very illuminating for me.
{{{Gud}}}
This afternoon is passing more slowly than a slow thing made of molassass in Novaya Zemlya in January. I want to be at my folks' place, eating dinner with my sister and niece, and possibly getting the approval of a 13 year old on my fashion choices. She's a tough critic, but fair.
{{Gud}} that sucks. I'm sorry.
t accepts snuggling and chocolate
I love you again.
Whew. The Empress is appeased. My world is no longer askew. The sun just came out here, too. Coincidence? I think not.
Sorry about the ongoing bumpyness, Gud. Strength to you.
The Empress is appeased.
I love this phrase.
Although it makes me feel somewhat like a giant dinosaur or something bringing back the memory of Joe's suggestion that I walk down the aisle to the theme from Jurassic Park.
Love.
The weather is perfect here. 75 and partly cloudy.